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“It's my sketch. Of course Shayne is going to be stronger than me.”

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Femcrewmember!reader x Damien Haas.

Summary: you get hired to the Smosh team as their new creative director. Despite you being younger than most other members, you are unbelievably competent and control every project with ease. Despite your best efforts, you seem to be falling for a cast member.

Warnings: mentions of nerves, mentions of alcohol

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September 12. wednesday.

"and of course, a toast to our newest member" Ian raised his glass towards you, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Your cheekbones flushed pink at the chorus of voices that joined in an inchorent mumble. Their glasses met in a clatter of clinks and you laughed at the clumsy mess.

Ian and Anthony had picked the perfect place to celebrate the end of another succesful week of endless shoots and long hours spent writing. The night was made extra special as it marked the first 5 days of your employment as the crews newest creative director.

The week had launched on Monday with an endless supply of nerves and a heavy reliance on coffee to get you through the later hours of writing and planning upcoming shoots.

There was a lot for your to learn, the technical and legal aspects of every single project that resided with every single channel. Along with that, these people were used to a certain routine on set and you wanted to let them keep that comfort.

It was a big title for someone so young, you weren´t a child of course, but you had never quite held this much responsibility. You quickly understood the need for your role however. This company lived off of its cast having fun and being funny.

That called for at least one person to be the adult.

It was caos, but it was caos that you quickly started to love.

And you had done an amazing job. You likely weren´t aware of how well you had done, but you were by far the most competent creative director they had ever hired. You easily controlled any room you stepped in, wordlessly demanding authority. And you had a natural understanding of the way everything was supposed to go.

But most importantly, the cast and crew adored you. Your humor easily matched that of the company, you were sweet as sugar and unbeliavebly charming.

So here you were, celebrating a succesful week. They celebrated getting to keep their old habits and routines in peace and a new friend, and you celebrated getting through a first work week without you massively fucking up.

Getting to wrap the week up with a night out was an absolute treat, and much needed.

You had already downed a few glasses of wine and you felt the comforting warmth settling under your skin and blushing up your face.

Angela was leaned across the table and into you, retelling a story of her worst first date ever. She was giggling through the words and moving her hands wildly enough to almost knock over Shaynes soda bottle several times.

"and as im going to the bathroom, this man stands up as well and looks like he´s going to follow me??" she snorts, "and so im like, what are you doing? and he says ´i thought you said we were gonna go to the bathroom´"

You chuckle to yourself, already losing track of where the story is going and leaning back in your seat. Amanda is spurring Angela on, constantly asking questions and getting a laugh out of seeing her friend get progressively more agitated.

You feel a soft hand wrap around your wrist and your eyes snap up to meet Courtneys hazel ones from the opposite end of the table. They jerk their head towards the door and slips out of their seat next to Shayne.

You follow suit, eyes trained on the back of her head as she leads you out of the bar. The wooden door smacks behind you and the cool night air spreads across your skin. You breathe in deeply, the fresh breeze mixing with the lingering cigarette smoke twirling past you.

You leaned up against the rough brick wall, resting your shoulders and your back. Your body was sore from the long hours spent running around set and then cramped at your desk afterwards.

Courtney looked at you with a secret smile, the two of you had become fast friends. They were very outgoing and had quickly sought you out for a friendship. It was nice, reminded you of being a kid where making friends was as easy as going up to someone and asking.

"so" she smiled, "tell me, how was your first week? are you gonna hand in your resignation on Monday?"

You chuckled, "oh yeah, this is the last time you´ll ever see me"

Courtney smiled wolfishly, yet still tilted their head, silently asking for your serious answer.

You smiled gently, you felt the exhaustion seep through your skin and settle across your bones. You had fallen completely in love with working at the office. Every single employee had snuck into your heart and stolen it.

You had never had so much fun working before, it was addicting and you could already tell that you would do anything to stay.

Courtney practically glowed as you told her how you felt, clearly feeling proud of her place of work. As they should.

The two of you were talking about an idea that Courtney would love to pitch to the team for the games channel, shyly asking you if you would help them set everything up for it. You were enthusiastically agreeing, the idea was essentially to play several rounds of the same boardgame, but each player is missing one of their senses and for each round they rotate who loses what.

You heard the door to the bar swing open behind you and Shayne's voice cutting through the conversation. "are you telling her about your new idea bub?" he asked and Courtney visibly beamed at the attention.

You smiled at the two before your eyes caught the figure moving from behind Shayne. The tiredness suddenly left you entirely, being replaced with the subtle electricity that had bussed through your body all week.

Damien Haas.

As much as you adored the other cast and crew members, one member had caught your attention more than the others.

He was enamoring, and once your brain had registered this, she was refusing to let go again.

The two of you had enjoyed brief conversation over the course of the last 5 days. Other than that, most of your interactions had been instructions from you and the occasional question from him.

He slipped around Shayne and Courtney´s display of a healthy marriage to stand next to you instead. The night was far from cold yet you still found yourself letting out a shiver.

"you enjoying yourself?"

You smiled back at him, nodding your head. "yeah i am, i mean you guys are fun to work with so i would´ve been concerned if a night out was a snooze"

He snorted at your joke, "no that would´ve been unbelievably sad, but Angela manages to entertain the bar all by herself, its impressive". He jerked his head towards the bar window and you snuck a peek.

Angela was now animatedly telling some sort of story to the bartender, likely the first date one judging by the exasperated expression on Chanse and Amanda´s faces.

You giggled, "i´ve never met anyone as expressive as she is"

"no that one is definitely one of a kind"

You turned back around to face him. The warm lights from inside the bar illuminated his face in a way that looked straight out of a movie.

"so, have we made a good impression on you? or are you just stalling us before you make a run for it" he tilted his head at you the same way Courtney had.

"yeah you should watch your knees, i might take one out to give myself a head start". He laughed loudly and your stomach flipped.

He asked you where you had worked previously, and you informed him you had worked for a local news station as a writer. He expressed his surprise at the big difference.

"well getting a job in the field you studied in is hard enough for anyone, but being a young woman in this field is a whole other level of challenge"

You asked him about what he got up to outside of his work with Smosh, and his face lit up. He showed you his private Youtube channel where he uploaded all of his streams.

You informed him that you had always wanted to get into video games, but never seemed to know where to start.

His eyes gleamed as he told you he would love to help you get started, and your stomach swooped once more.

You were definitely in trouble.

AN: omg okay this is the first chapter of this fic and i really hope you guys like it. This first chapter is a little short but they will get longer as I continue it. I’m not sure how many chapters I will do just yet but this will be a series.